Monday, April 10, 2006
I suspect either the new sanitation gloves or one of the soaps I use at work are causing my hands to deteriorate. Besides being dry, the skin everywhere is cracking, with a couple of bleeding knuckles for gruesome effect. As I rode Dieter last night, my hands actually burned as I sweat. I lathered my hands with the last of the Bath & Body Works hand lotion April and her parents gave me the Christmas before last, but as soon as I walked outside this morning, the Lubbock air viciously sucked the moisture from my skin, as this desolate locale also sucks away my desire to live.
Last night Jeremy (one of my non-native German buddies) had the brilliant idea to e-mail everyone in our class about providing each other copies of our speech handouts, which must be included in the portfolio due at the end of the semester. I neglected to save mine to anything, but I still have my own copy, so I sent a mass reply that people should contact me if they need me to make a copy for them.
Hopefully, I should have time to be unusually creative. I plan to rip the notes from my spiral and paste them onto coloured paper as dividers between sections. I ought to do something flashy with the handouts as well, but I have not yet decided what, precisely.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:20 AM]